A Divine Diagram appeared in the starry sky. Its inscrutable patterns lay veiled beneath Chaos Qi, and it radiated supreme imperial might that shook everyone.
Surrounded by Emperor Weapons, countless powerful cultivators had no choice but to submit. They did not do so willingly; the aura of an Ancient Great Emperor left them powerless to resist.
"Four Human Race Emperor Weapons surrounding us? How is that possible? Why do four Ultimate Dao factions support him?"
The surrounded cultivators of other races could no longer remain calm. They stared at the Emperor Weapons and cried out in terror, their legs weak, their vision blurring, panic rising to its peak.
One Emperor Weapon was within what they could endure. Against two, they could barely hold out. Against three, they would have to flee.
But facing four Great Saints wielding Emperor Weapons, everyone except Mizhen, who controlled the God-Refining Pot, would likely lose their lives.
Even the other powerful cultivators and prodigies of the Light Race would become dead souls beneath the Emperor Weapons.
No—if their souls survived at all, that might count as a good ending!
"You offended His Highness. The funeral dirge has already sounded for you on the Reincarnation Road, and the gates of Hell stand open. Be on your way!"
Farther out in the starry sky, the voices of Yan Qi Great Saint and Great Saint Gan Lun were cold enough to pierce bone. The auras of Primordial Emperors spread swiftly from them; clearly, they too held Ancient Emperor Weapons.
As the husband of their Ancient Race's Imperial Daughter, Jiang Yun was naturally worthy of being called His Highness. He was no consort whose status came from his wife.
Clang!
A deep-blue Qilin Staff released a deafening roar and became a brilliant, undying divine ray capable of severing the